He was soft and nice,
Standing on the desk,
To rescue and challenge
His elder brother's enemies
When the young one
Was only five, yelling
At the distracors,
Always being the elder one's
Protector and well wisher,
Yet married at youth,
Harassed by wife and in-laws
Writing off his properties
To them on their compulsion,
Thrown out by them,
In mental distress
He was shattered to pieces
By the train, in front
Of which he jumped
With sadness filled in heart,
Making his brother cry
Day and night for years
For decades on end.
In fond memory of brotherhood.
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